Yesterday, moi got home and turned on the computer to check e-mail. There was an e-mail from the storage company that the lock was missing, discovered during a routine check. It was after hours and the only thing moi could do was file a claim with her insurance company late in the evening. Should a claim need to ultimately be filed according to the intake insurance person, there are a list of items that moi needed. Among the items was a police report. Moi went online to see if an online police report could be filed, but that wasn’t possible. Moi called the number listed to file a report. After going through the prompts, one reaches a message which said “you have reached the non-emergency number for the Seattle Police, your called will be answered after the 911 calls are answered.” The message went on to say that there was a high volume of calls for 911. That is as it should be. Life is ultimately more valuable than stuff. Today moi went to her storage locker and everything was fine. Today’s deposit into the ‘Joy Jar’ is an awareness of the value of life.

The ultimate value of life depends upon awareness and the power of contemplation rather than upon mere survival.
Aristotle

Life and time are the best teachers. Life teaches us to make good use of time and time teaches us the value of life.

Unknown

Most of us don’t realize the value of life and what it’s really about, we’re so caught up in little distractions that are 100% meaningless.

“To be what we are, and to become what we are capable of becoming, is the only end of life.”
Robert Louis Stevenson, Familiar Studies of Men and Books

“We’re on this planet for too short a time. And at the end of the day, what’s more important? Knowing that a few meaningless figures balanced—or knowing that you were the person you wanted to be?”
Sophie Kinsella

“I believe that I am not responsible for the meaningfulness or meaninglessness of life, but that I am responsible for what I do with the life I’ve got.”
Hermann Hesse, Verliebt in die verrückte Welt: Betrachtungen, Gedichte, Erzählungen, Briefe